"What kind of morality is it that noisy and playful, and what is the meaning of words and deeds?"

A loud shout fell from the sky, and the sound was like thunder.

Thousands of disciples were trembling and kept silent at the same time.

When I looked up, I saw more than ten white lights slashing over my head, from far to near, like a meteor falling to the ground, falling on the high platform of the square.

Everyone bowed and envied.

Those people had black robes and high crowns, with either black or white colors. One of them whispered: "Entering the Elder of the Precepts Hall--"

Elder Liu, who had just scolded everyone, took the lead in taking the seat. More than ten disciples behind him stood respectfully, and when they walked, they were uniform and even more rules were even more puppets.

"Welcome the elders of the Law Enforcement Hall--"

There was another commotion among the crowd, and the outer disciples saluted again, separated from the end.

A group of monks with ink blue and vermilion armbands emerged from the crowd.

Elder Li, who was in charge, walked up to the platform with his hands behind his back. Seven or eight disciples wore long swords on their waists, with a cold expression and a stern look as cold as him.

After the two sides sat down, the deacons rushed over and surrounded Zhao Yuping to take their seats. A group of brown long gowns looked a little messy and looked in a hurry and exhausted.

Zhao Yuping missed the middle seat and scolded Song Qianji and Meng Heze ten thousand times in his heart.

"Deacon Zhao is busy with his work." Elder Li of the Law Enforcement Hall stabbed him in a silence.

Zhao Yuping looked at the other party's expression and tried gently:

"The two elders don't know that two outer disciples went out last night and were still looking for them just now, so they were delayed for some time."

Elder Li frowned when he heard this. Thousands of outer disciples, and several of them disappeared, died accidentally, or defected down the mountain every year. Did Zhao Yuping really care about it?

Elder Liu of the Precepts Hall said coldly: "The assessment is established, and absence is considered abstention, and it will not be accepted as an outdated one."

Zhao Yuping smiled and said, "But these two are among the best talents in the outer sect and outstanding. Today, they have great hope of entering the inner sect."

Behind him, Deacon Li quickly made fun of him: "As the chief manager of the Deacon Hall, Deacon Zhao has always been impartial and cherishes talents. He really can't bear to see them miss the opportunity..."

Elder Li couldn't listen anymore and wanted to say a few sarcastic words, but changed his words: "I wonder which two disciples they are?"

If something goes wrong, there will be a demon. Let’s see what the guy surnamed Zhao is going to do.

Zhao Yuping: "Song Qianji and Meng Heze, can you recognize them?"

Never heard of it!

The outer disciples are yours, I recognize a ghost!

The two of them cursed at the same time, but nodded repeatedly on their faces and suddenly realized:

"Oh, it turns out it was the two of them!"

"Those are indeed two good seedlings!"

Zhao Yuping was uneasy and looked like someone behind him.

He suddenly stood up and whispered: "Everyone, the deacon who visited the outer dormitory last night just reported to me, saying that Song Qianji and Meng Heze and the other two went out late last night and have not returned yet. Although the sect has a mountain protection formation to protect the formation, the formation only guards the foreign enemies, not the monsters in the deep mountains. I personally think that if they were not in danger, they would never be late for the assessment."

He paused for a moment, raised his hand and pressed down, signaling the disciples of the frying pot below to be quiet, and his voice rose again:

"Don't worry, everyone! Life is at stake, and the Deacon Hall will never sit idly by. When will we organize the assessment? What do you think?"

This statement is like cold water pouring into a pan of oil, and with a clamor, the audience even more boiling.

The elder on the stage was stunned. What kind of ill is this guy named Zhao? Is it too late to establish a love for his disciples now?

Could it be that Zhao Jiheng is not a junior of his family, but just a cover. These two are real relatives. He was so anxious that he just disappeared?

Zhao Yuping was very proud of this. Unexpectedly, he took the initiative and then took the initiative:

"The Deacon Hall and the Precepts Hall have always been very wise. I think you will not have any objections."

The two elders were speechless. No matter what the cause of Zhao Yuping's actions were, they had already taken full account of the principles of benevolence and righteousness on their faces.

Even if the fairness, justice and openness of the outside world are superficial work, they must be done beautifully enough to make most people convinced and abide by the rules.

The disciples in the audience were excited, and some people were already shouting:

"Senior Brother Meng never interacts with Song Luo, how could the two of them disappear together? It must be that Song Luo who harmed him! He was afraid that he would not be able to compare with Senior Brother Meng today, so he used such a method!"

"Don't panic, we will also help find someone. Brother Meng is auspicious and the heavenly stars, and he will definitely be safe!"

The two disappeared at the same time, but their popularity was extreme. Soon, Song Qianji was presumed to be the murderer, and he was only left to start the trial on the spot.

Zhao Yuping breathed a sigh of relief.

With this preparatory approach, who would still want to sue me? As long as you insist on false accusations and false evidence, you will not have to worry about not being able to turn over the market. What's more, looking for someone, you can find your own people first and get rid of them first.

He took a deep breath: "Then I will follow my arrangements, let's go for now..."

"I found them!" A shout exploded from the edge of the square.

The sound was very familiar, because it was too excited and full of energy, and it echoed repeatedly in the mountains:

"Song Qianji, Meng Heze is here-"

Zhao Yuping's eyes went dark, and he stuttered on his chest in one breath, almost fainting.

The caller has a brocade robe and jade crown, and is rich and noble all over.

It was Zhao Jiheng.

***

Zhao Jiheng was not drunk last night.

He booked the venue in the Spring Breeze Ruyi Building at the foot of Huawei Mountain, and invited his friends to drink and listen to music.

A rich boy never lacks support from his peers.

Flowers, spirits, beauty pillows, gold, jade, glass.

Compared with Zhao Jiheng's generous and generous temperament, his domineering temper is not worth mentioning.

Everyone was drunk, but he was the only one who was abnormal, stopped and had a clear look.

It was not clear, and a beautiful maid came in to serve.

Bathing incense, dressing with swords, combing your hair and tying your crown.

Zhao Jiheng touched the beauty's slippery little face and sighed: "It's still comfortable to live here. It's like going home."

"Sir Zhao, don't forget my slave."

The beauty laughed, stretched out her hand and tangled, and was easily blocked by him:

"Stop making trouble, I have some serious business today."

The outer door dormitory is simple, and he regards it as a pigpen and doghouse, and rarely goes back to spend the night. After finishing his homework during the day, he calls his friends to hurry down the mountain and stay in the flowers and willow alleys every night.

It doesn't matter, this life is coming to an end soon. My uncle has made arrangements. After today, he goes in and wants to go inside.

Go to the fairy palace that heaven, learn the supreme Taoism, and be the best person.

Today is his big day.

Zhao Jiheng wore his most gorgeous robe and brought the most expensive ritual tools.

He looked at himself in the mirror, raised his head slightly, and felt energetic.

"Let's go!" he shouted.

The doors on the upper floor were pushed open, and the outer disciples who stayed here last night rushed out. While tidying up their clothes, they followed Zhao Jiheng downstairs.

For a moment, the stairs creaked and the floor slabs vibrated.

The boastful and flattering voices of the dog legs, the beauties' earnest voices, and the sound of the pipa who bid farewell to the beloved guest, the entire Chunfeng Tower woke up instantly, and clamored before dawn.

Zhao Jiheng was rushing forward and behind, and stepped forward in the noisy, crossing the threshold.

As soon as his front foot landed, a ray of smoke rushed towards him and shouted, "Wait!"

The man was wearing the deacon of Huawei Sect, with a burning expression. Zhao Jiheng frowned, and his intuition was not good.

The city buildings are lined up one after another, and it is not convenient to find someone by using swords. The deacon who came down the mountain to pass the message could only run away with anger. After searching all the fences in the city, he found this place. Before he could breathe evenly, he pulled Zhao Jiheng out of the crowd and whispered:

"Zhao, Master Zhao, you can't go. Things have changed. Deacon Zhao told you to find a clean place and avoid it for the time being!"

****

A night rain made the mountains greener this morning.

The morning breeze is slightly cool, the white mist flows like the sea tide, and the mountain road is slippery and rugged.

Meng Heze jumped over every piece of moss without placing his feet, carrying a Song Qian machine on his back, like a light and agile bird, rushing straight into the depths of the valley.

They had left Broken Mountain Cliff and took a path that was rarely visited.

Song Qianji: "I was injured in my arm, I was not lame anymore."

Meng Heze smiled embarrassedly: "Senior Brother Song, I am not familiar with the light body technique you taught me yet. I want to do some weight-bearing exercises."

The sandbag tool man Song Qianji was speechless.
To be continued...